Narration but no narrative. A voice in the background in a low drone, calling the shots but it’s tough to make out the words. Cleaning out the cat’s box; fluffy green turds. The cat can speak. The rabbit can speak. Crushed gravel driveway that goes on infinitely. Re-writing a paper from years ago. Writing the end of my story without having written the middle. Taxes. Fried chicken. Rain.